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The look on Morris’s face makes me fall a little bit in love with him. Falling in love. God. That reminds me of what he said right before Leo arrived. Letting Morris take care of me and falling in love with Morris are the last two things I should do. But somehow, I am pretty sure that no matter what I do, I won’t have much choice in the matter. “No shit. You did that?”
“You ever hear of broken wings, little bird?”
“But you don’t just earn the patch by falling off the bike,” he continues. “You earn the patch by getting back on. Riding again. Overcoming your fear and flying—even if you have broken wings.”
“Everything comes,” she says. “But our truth won’t find us until we’re ready to face it.” “You’re very wise for your age,
People I love around me. Work I care about. A place to live filled with laughter. The past in the rearview. A life I choose.
“Say you’ll go for a ride with me, sweetheart. Say you’ll get back up with me, no matter how many times life knocks us down and tries to break us. Say you’ll fly with me as long as we both have wings.”
For as many times as I’ve been knocked out of the nest, as many times as I’ve had my wings clipped, I believe I’ve now found my flock. Lia, Leo, the girl crew. Fingers and Midge. Tiny and Morris. My Zoey.
We ride, we crash. We ride again, we crash again. Sometimes we’re lucky, and we don’t fall far enough or hard enough to do any permanent damage. But most of the time, a fall means bad news. Real bad. You’re fucked up so bad, you’re not sure you’re gonna make it. But if you wanna earn that patch and ride again, you get back up. You ride again.
